monday, sleep is delicious. that’s what my grandmother says. & she’s not wrong. yesterday’s nap was incredible. i woke up with new eyes. a little hazy but settled at my core. it felt like trust restored. because it’s been over a year since i’ve truly allowed myself to sleep. staying up too late & waking up too early. a vicious cycle of not enough sleep that begged for long walks, tea & willpower to survive each day.

last night i made the decision that i would not walk this morning. i would sleep for an extra hour. i would continue to rebuild trust with my body - that i will sleep more. & eventually sleep well. my eyes opened for a walk. i slung my right foot out of bed, paused, sighed, fluffed my covers & crawl back under them. i wasn’t thrilled but i made a promise to myself. an hour later i woke not feeling more refreshed but knowing that i did the right thing.

a busy day. they always are. but i was alert, focused, calm. nothing to it. out the door two hours earlier than a typical monday, a home cooked meal, laundry in the dryer, i am love in the background & another promise - lights out by 11. i’m big on rewards so if lights are not out by 11 - no walk tomorrow. which is enough to scare me under my covers - with a flashlight for reading. just kidding. sort of. xo